Date: Sat, 18 May 2013 01:17:25 -0500
From: Karl Austerlitz <karlausterlitz@gmail.com>
Subject: They Met Online Part 1 (Revised)

THEY MET ONLINE

They met online, exchanged some emails, and agreed finally to meet at a
certain motel.

"You pick the time," the younger man wrote, "and I'll be there on the dot."

"Thursday 3:00 pm," the older man wrote back.  "I'll email you the room
number when I get it."

***

On Thursday at 2:35 the younger mam got the email.  "Rm 207," is all it
said.

At 3:00 pm the younger man entered the motel parking lot and drove around
to the back.  He turned off the engine, closed his eyes, and allowed the
wave of nervous excitement to crest over him.  His hands shook a bit as he
contemplated the next several hours in his life.  He had been with men
before, even older men, but never with a true dominant master.  He was in
his mid-40s and had been visited by fantasies of sexually serving a
dominant older male ever since he was a teenager, but had never summoned
courage enough to go through with it, or perhaps had just never met the
right man, a true dom daddy.  He breathed deep and told himself to calm
down.  He cleared his mind and gave himself the suggestion to relax.  "Life
is one big buffet," he told himself, "and I just want to sample different
experiences."  Finally he opened his eyes and saw the time: 3:10 pm.  It
was now or never.

"Fuck it, I gotta try this," he thought to himself as he closed the car
door behind him and walked up the steps. He knocked on room number 207.

The door opened. "Come on in," said the older man. The younger man walked
in, and the older man closed and locked the door behind him.  The older man
was just past 50, 5'10", and had a solid build. He wore a black leather
vest, harness and trousers.  He radiated dominant masculine energy, and his
aura of strength seemed to fill the room completely.

The room was bathed in darkness with only a patch of light emitting from
the bathroom.  The younger man removed his black hat and sunglass and just
stood there as his eyes adjusted to the room.  He set down his gym bag on
the floor as the older man sat down on the bed and surveyed the younger
man.

The younger male was in his late 40s, tall, stood up straight, and
projected a decidedly masculine demeanor. He wore rugged black SWAT boots,
black 501 cargo pants, and a pressed white button-down shirt.  The older
man's penetrating male gaze swept up and down the younger man standing five
feet in front of him.  In his mind's eye, he removed the young man's
clothes and imagined what he would look like on his knees staring up at
him.

"Make yourself at home," said the older man as he silently pondered the
fact that the younger male had arrived ten minutes late.

The younger male removed his boots and socks.  He locked eyes with the
older man.

"Keep going," said the older man.

The younger man unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a black leather harness.
He slipped out of his 501s and stood there in just his underwear and
harness.

"Come here," said the older man as he made the universal "come hither"
gesture with his finger.

The younger male took two steps and stood before the older man with his
hands to his sides as the older man examined the younger male's choice of
underwear.  It was a skimpy white bikini bottom for men made out of lacy
translucent material with a pouch that just barely enveloped the younger
man's package.

"Nice," said the older man as he reached out and touched the younger male's
groin.

The older man nodded and yanked down the younger male's panties, freeing
his hairless balls and ever stiffening cock.  He examined the younger
male's shaved crotch.  He reached out and took the younger male's scrotum
into his hand. As he did so, his eyes remained locked on the eyes of the
younger male.  His powerful bearlike grip tightened around the younger
male's balls, causing the younger male to gasp not because the grip was
painful, but because it communicated potential pain.  The younger male's
focus was concentrated exclusively on the older man.

"Why are you here?" asked the older man.

The younger man gulped and said, "I understand that you teach obedience
training, both introductory and advanced, and I just wanted to try...well,
just to see..."  His voice trailed off.

"Let's have you drop to your knees, boy, and try something," he said as he
gently but firmly tugged downwards on the younger male's balls.  The
younger male dropped to his knees before the older man and looked up at
him, a twinge of fear in his eyes.

The older man squeezed the younger male's balls as he leaned slightly
forward, still looking directly into the eyes of the boy.

"I will train you to serve me as your master, your dom, your SIR!" he
said. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," said the boy.

The man slapped the boy across the face, not hard enough to actually hurt
him but hard enough to shock and surprise him.

"It's 'yes, SIR'," he said.  "Now say it."

"Yes, SIR!" the boy said.

"Good," said the man as he put his hands all over the boy's body, stroking
his smooth pubic region, his throbbing cock, his hairy chest.  His hands
found the boy's nipples, his finger closed in around them, and he began
pinching them.  The boy's body tingled with arousal, his eyes widened, his
pupils dilated.

"Are you prepared to do what I say?" said the man.

"Yes, sir, I am," said the boy.  It was the moment that he had been waiting
for.

"And you are ready to wear whatever I tell you to wear?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," nodded the boy.

"Now hold your hands in front of you, as if you're praying to your master."
The boy complied.

The master pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his own gym bag on the
floor.  He nonchalantly slipped the handcuffs onto the boy's wrists.  "I
have the only key," he said, putting it in his pocket.  Now that he had
secured the younger male's wrists, he had boy completely under his physical
control, and he could do whatever he damned well please with him.  His
inner Grizzly perked up and growled with excitement at the prospect of
fresh cub meat.  His cock stiffened with arousal as he contemplated that he
would soon have the younger male under his psycho-spiritual control as
well.

Right now his massive cock was screaming for relief, so he unzipped his
pants and freed the vigorous horny beast from the cloth cage of his
trousers. The boy gazed at it just inches from his face, and his eyes
widened as he ogled it.  The uncut cock was so erect that the foreskin had
already started to pull back from the glistening bright red tip.  The piss
hole was dripping clear pre-cum, which started to drip down the enormous
shaft. The turgid uncut cock seemed to stare back at him.

The older man placed one hand on the back of the boy's neck, and he touched
the tip of his cock to the boy's lips. The boy immediately tasted the
pre-cum that was oozed from it.

"Open your mouth and take my cock into your mouth," the man said.

The boy paused.  "Wait, you want me to suck your cock? No, I'm not going to
suck a man's cock. No fucking way!" And with this he turned his head away.

"Come here!" said the older man as he pulled up the younger male and placed
him across his knees. The man began to spank the boy, yelling at him that
he would obey.  Each swat was harder than the previous one.  After about
five swats, the man placed the boy all the way on the bed facedown and
stood up. He reached into his gym bag and pulled out a riding crop.

"Lie still, boy," said the man.  "I find your lack of obedience
disturbing."

And with those words, he brought the riding crop down on the boy's butt.
"You were 10 minutes late to this appointment," he said, "and so you will
receive 10 lashes."

Each lash was a solid hit on the boy's buttocks and lower back, but it
wasn't just whipping for the sake of whipping.  The master had a deep
understanding of the psychology of dominance, of turning out a younger
male, and had carefully thought out the training process.  In between
lashes, the master talked sternly to the boy about the importance of
following orders and being on time.

"You will obey me without question," said the master.

<SWAT>

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the boy said.

"So what will you do?" asked the master.

<SWAT>

"I will obey you without question!" he answered.

"You are nothing but master's pet," said the man.

<SWAT>

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, master!" the boy cried out.

<SWAT>

 "So what are you?" asked the man.

<SWAT>

"I am master's pet, sir," said the boy.

And on it went like this until the boy's ass was as red as a cherry.

"Please, daddy, stop! I'm sorry I was disobedient!" said the boy.

"I'll stop when I feel like stopping," said the master.  The master enjoyed
whipping his new pet, and with each lash he felt his cock become ever more
swollen, so he decided to give his pet just a couple more lashes.  He
didn't want to overdo it in the very first training session. He wanted
merely to set the tone, and to give his cub-trainee something real to think
about.

"Get over here, on your knees, boy, and do it NOW," he said.

The boy complied.

"Now let's try this again," said the man as he pressed his rock-hard cock
against the boy's lips. "Kiss it."

The boy began kissing his master's cock.

"That's it, now down the shaft," he said.  "Now kiss my balls, take them
into your mouth, first the right one, then the left one," said the master.
"Master likes having his cock sucked, and you will learn that whenever I
snap my fingers, you will drop to your knees and suck your master's cock."

The boy took his master's balls into his mouth one by one and sucked them,
unable to stop thinking about how huge they were - like a bull's balls.

He opened wide and took his master's cock into his mouth.  He looked up and
met his master's gaze. Their eyes locked as the boy swirled his tongue
around his master's cock, tasting his master's juice as it leaked out.

His cock was large, meaty, and often aggressively horny for no particular
reason. In other words, his cock was a perfect projection of him and his
masculine power.  It matched his personality well. The boy bobbed his head
up and down along the glorious swollen shaft.

"You'll make an eager little cocksucker for your daddy," said the older
man.

The boy moaned with delight and nodded as his master complimented him on
his skill. The boy genuinely enjoyed worshipping his master's cock with his
mouth.  The boy paused for a moment, inhaled deeply, and then relaxed his
throat muscle as he pressed his head further and further down on his
daddy's shaft, bringing his lips down to touch the very base of the cock.
The tip of his master's cock penetrated deep into the boy's throat.  The
boy was deep-throating his new master.

The older man stood there for a few minutes before pausing to reach into
his gym bag and pull out a black leather collar.  He brushed it along the
boy's neck.

"Do you know what a collar symbolizes?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," said the boy. "Submission."

"Submission, yes," said the man. "It represents the master's authority over
his pet.  It means complete ownership of the sub by his master, his daddy,
his SIR.  Do you understand?"

The boy nodded in agreement. "Yes, sir."

"Now, do you want to wear the collar that I've selected for you, and serve
me without question?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," he said.

"Today you are merely my cub-in-training," said the man. "My cub-trainee
for the next several hours, as it were, and it's just so I can train you
and test you and see if you pass."

"Yes, sir," said the boy.

"Now do you swear to obey me as your master, your daddy, your sir, your
owner, to submit to all my commands, and serve all my desires?"  Although
technically a question, it came out more as a command.

"Yes, sir, I promise to obey my master," he said.

The man stood up, reached over, and placed the collar around his boy's
neck, adjusting it to fit properly.  He then attached a black leather leash
to the collar and surveyed his new pet.  He took off his boots and
trousers, and lay on the bed. He snapped his fingers and pulled on the
leash.  "Come here, my pet, now get between my legs and worship your
daddy's cock," he said.

The boy complied.  Now it was the master who moaned with delight as he
fucked his new boy's mouth while staing deep into his eyes. A time or two
he even pulled out just to slap his bitch across the face as he furthered
trained him.

"I said that I don't want to fell your teeth. Got that?" he barked.

The master had received many blowjobs over the years, and while this one
was actually top tier he didn't wish to inform his new pet of this quite
yet.  He also visualized how he would soon flip the boy over, forcibly hold
him down, and anally penetrate him.

And on it went like that as both of them lost track of time.  The boy
sensed his master getting closer and closer to a climax, so he picked up
his pace and turned up the suction even more.  The master held the boy's
head in his hands, fucking his mouth, until finally he reached orgasm, an
explosion of cum in his boy's mouth.  His boy continued to suck, pausing
only to swallow his master's delicious juice.

*****END OF PART 1*****